The chosen one is yet to rise,
now i know what i see when i look into my eyes.
The signs are all directing,
and my blinker's stuck on straight ahead,
i may never reach your end but l know there's comfort when i'm dead.
I walk without fear, and no boundaries hold my spirit,
And you'll recognize the truth, you'll just know it when you hear it.
I walk amongst your demons and your sources of evil,
Call it a risk, i call it going kineivil.
Fear drives your heart, but not that invoked by the creator
Secret combinations, they'd rather you got wise later
Rather than soon cuz it means their doom, you be the pan and i'll be your broom, sweep up the trash and get rid of all this gloom.
No comments:
Post a Comment